Writers: leo sayer, tom snow & john vastano

Five days out of seven
Eight hours of every one
I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven
But I'll be gone
Before that heaven comes

Work, work, work
Who nees it?
It's all I ever seem to do
I'm killin' myself for a livin'
Livin' the workin' man's blues

Minute to minute
Day after day
Wherever I go it's always the same
I work a little longer
To make up my pay
But when the cheque comes along
They've taken half of it away

All the work, work, work
Who nees it?
All I ever seem to do
You know I'm killin' myself for a livin'
I should be stayin' at home with you
City to city
All over the world
Wherever I been to -- that's all I ever heard

You work a little longer
To double up on that pay
When the taxman comes along
They take half of it away

Work, work, work
Who nees it?
It's all I ever seem to do
I'm killin', killin' time for a livin'
Livin' the workin' man's blues

Yeah, it's all work! work! work! work!
That's all it is
Killin' myself for a livin'
Like drivin' a nail straight into my hand
I've been workin' my life away

• An Englishman in The Usa
• Ghosts
• Lost Control
• Oh Girl
• Takin' The Easy Way Out
• The End
• The World Has Changed
• When The Money Runs Out
• Who Will The Next Fool Be
• Work